I am reblogging this here for all its worth. Thank you for reading 🙂
You might wonder how are family has been since my brother was diagnosed with rectal cancer which has metastasised in his liver.
Allow me first to thank you all for your prayers and words of comfort. It is helping us a lot that there are friends who also hope for a longer life for my brother.
Since he left the hospital, I call them everyday. He needs that moral support that we can give even in our small way. He has let go and let God do the rest for his healing. He decided not to undergo that much dreaded operation and even chemotherapy later on. Just to give you an idea, we are four siblings in all and my eldest brother underwent surgical operation with chemotherapy when he was diagnosed with the same ailment back in 2003. I had mine in July 2009 with six cycles of chemotherapy. I had doubts that this must be hereditary. There might be something in our genes causing the three of us to have the same ailment. I remember what my medical oncologist said though years ago that genes/heredity comprises only 10% when you are diagnosed with colon cancer.
I was listening to my favorite radio program the other week when they had this one-hour segment called Kaibigan sa Kalusugan and their topic was about cancer and initial cure. They are a group of doctors who believe in alternative medicine. I left a message in their program which was also broadcasted on their Facebook page. One of their personnel texted me and gave me the details of their clinic near our place here in Manila. I texted back that my brother is in the province and Manila is too far for travel. They have a clinic in Pampanga (more than seventy km. from our place in the province) so last Monday, my brother, sis-in-law and a cousin who temporarily drives for them went for consultation. I googled their way of treating patients with different illnesses and I was impressed. Even my brother was all praises for them. They are doctors too. I was even more in awe when I read that they are known worldwide and that the medicines they prescribe to their patients are BFAD (Bureau of Food and Drugs) approved here in the Philippines. My brother was prescribed three medications and they have to come back on Monday and bring new laboratory tests that they have requested. They even told him to continue with his previous medications prescribed by his doctors at the hospital.
This is a leap of faith. Hoping for a better health for my brother.I always remember that God does not give us crosses that we can’t bear. He will always be there guiding our paths. Going through such challenges is quite heavy both for my brother and the family but we remain faithful and hopeful of God’s wisdom and mercy. There is a place where He wants us to be and we are truly grateful for that.
May God bless us all.
I want first of all, to be at peace with myself.
I want a singleness of eye, a purity of intention, a central core to my life
that will enable me to carry out….obligations and activities as well as I can.
I want in fact – to borrow from the language of the Saints – to live “in grace”
as much of the time as possible.
-Anne Morrow Lindbergh
I must admit, the name of her husband Charles A. Lindbergh, Jr. was more familiar to me than she was. She was the first licensed woman glider pilot in the US. And I didn’t know that she writes until I encountered her inspirational and probably her best-known work, The Gift From The Sea, a small and hardbound volume which I enjoyed reading tremendously. It’s a book of essays which was first published in 1955. I was born a year after its publication and yet her book speaks for women of all ages – about life, love and marriage, peaceful solitude, and soul-searching. She writes with a poetic style that makes you savor every page because she is telling the world what you can’t verbalize yourself, that sort that gets into you and you can relate to it like it was your story too. And you wish that you would be brave enough to do the same, just waiting, waiting for a gift from the sea.
Oh my goodness, I was busy keeping my main site updated that I clearly forgot to visit this blog for quite a while. Shame on me.
I miss those times we used to go on road trips and discover places. I miss those days just driving around and seeing those beautiful and lovely views of the countryside. Since I got sick, my immunity has become a little low that I was afraid to go out in far places with so many people. I only go the malls when we do some grocery shopping and when I need to buy something for the family and for my grandson. I have to always wear a face mask when I go out because of pollution outside.
I miss places like this, rice fields as far as the eyes can see. It’s like a glimpse of heaven.
These flowers used to be permanent fixtures in my small garden. I had the lone shrub for years and it produces such lovely white flowers every year. Some months ago, the leaves slowly turned yellow then they dried up to brittle brown ones. This afternoon, my son and I decided to finally put it to rest so what is left now is a small stump of the trunk.
My gardenia is gone. All I have left are random photos of its flowers. Funny but I still could smell their heady scents from here.
One of the best places we visited in our road trips is Regina RICA in Tanay, Rizal. It is a place of prayer and worship and that 71-foot tall image of Mama Mary is one sure attraction of the place.
I love going on road trips. One learns a lot of things when one visits religious sites like this. Aside from the peace and quiet that it brings, it makes you think of your Maker and the wonderful life you have. Life is precious and it is more felt in those places where the lush green of the countryside abounds.